To be told by a friend whose been with me throughout this seperation..
That she loves the way I love you..
That she hopes you can one day see yourself through my eyes..
That's the second time since you left..
That a friend has told me that..
And the 5th time since we met..
That I've been told that..
6...if I count that you used to always tell me you love the way I love you..
It's a strange feeling..
Thinking about how...
There's such a real possibility..
That this might have just been a story..
Of how I love you with all my heart..
With all your flaws and quirks..
So much so that everyone else sees it..
Even you..
And it's still not enough..
That I'll spend the rest of my life loving you..
While you never really loved me too..
It feels like that's crazy..
Esp with what an you've shown me..
Though idk..
It feels like a reality I must accept..
At least right now..
😔
